Текст и перевод песни King Pride - Sácala

Sácala

Ehh Nigga
Esos no son los problems' bro
Sacala, sacala
Sacala, sacala

Cargala y sacala, uhh
Apunta y disparala

Ey...

Guardala, guardala, si están los problemas Sacala, sacala
Cargala y cargala, si vienen los tombos, bajala y guardala
La barra sacala, sacale dos pa'drenala y guardala
Guardala, guardala, si están otra vez los problemas sacala

Y placata placata, te muere' y tu novia ahora quiere mi tacata
Yo le doy ráfaga, y la barri' se la lleno de leche y chacata
Chupa fino el tacata, que fino juega tu flaca hasta hace gargara
Y si tiene algún padrino que se venga, pa'metele placata placata

Tu jeva te píchó, ella pidió pan del que más rico le metió
Donde más difrutó, donde le hicieron fue sentir el to'
No solo fué sexo urtó, nunca preguntaste si le gustó
No creo que le disgustó...

Que facil te vendió, pestañeaste y en la cara tenías la glock
Esto no es Mario Bros, si te matan moriste y Luigi te ganó
Todo se llevó, ni las prendas dejó y fue pal el velorio
Vestido con lo último que usaste vos, y así se quedó

Bang-ara Bang-ara, el cacareo de Pitte se prendió
No me alces la voz que tu "hubo" no va para mi glock
Tengo amigos que quieren la verde pa'meterle al bro
Esperan mi voz, los míos son real, no falsos amigo'

Y al falso amigo solo lo elimino pa' que no me pasé como a vos

Dime que fué, a tu combo no le caí pero y?
Ni que me importara mamenme el pipi
Con mi combo estoy feliz, recatá tu cajita feliz
Nos vemos en la street, homie pasame ese crippy

O prende esta weed...

Guardala, guardala, si están los problemas Sacala, sacala
Cargala y cargala, si vienen los tombos, bajala y guardala
La barra sacala, sacale dos pa'drenala y guardala
Guardala, guardala, si están otra vez los problemas sacala

Y placata placata, te muere' y tu novia ahora quiere mi tacata
Yo le doy ráfaga, y la barri' se la lleno de leche y chacata
Chupa fino el tacata, que fino juega tu flaca hasta hace gargara
Y si tiene algún padrino que se venga, pa'meterle placata placata

Si estas de frente del que te metio en la cara, la cara bájala
Si no vas a hacer na' entonces tu boca callala, las palabras trágalas
Si no eres serio y no enteniste, cágala
Saca y dispárala, apunta y jalala, procura no fallarla...

Cuidao' si se confió...
Que lo único que vas a escuchar es el plo!
Y ese no fuí yo,
Asi te haz portado de mal que ni tu sabes quien te disparó
Usa chaleco, sacala bro, sacala bro

Que facil te vendió, pestañeaste y en la cara tenías la glock
Esto no es Mario Bros, si te matan moriste y Luigi te ganó
Todo se llevó, ni las prendas dejó y fue pal el velorio
Vestido con lo último que usaste vos, y así se quedó

Pa-pa-pa pa-pa
Uhh

La real shit
Uhh
Ey!

Corre, corre que
Llego el Freddy Jhonson

Ehhh, la verdadera UZI bro, prr

Take it out

Ehh Nigga
Esos no son los problems' bro
Sacala, sacala
Sacala, sacala

Cargala y sacala, uhh
Apunta y disparala

Ey...

Guardala, guardala, si están los problemas Sacala, sacala
Cargala y cargala, si vienen los tombos, bajala y guardala
La barra sacala, sacale dos pa'drenala y guardala
Put it away, put it away, if there's trouble again take it out

And placata placata, you die' and your girlfriend now wants my tacata
I give her a blast, and I fill her up with milk and chacata
Suck the tacata fine, how fine your skinny one plays until he gargles
And if you have a godfather who comes, give him placata placata

Your jeva poked you, she asked for bread from the one who put the richest
Where he enjoyed the most, where they made him was to feel the to'
It wasn't just urted sex, you never asked if he liked
I don't think he disliked it...

How easily he sold you, you blinked and in the face you had the glock
This is not Mario Bros, if they kill you you died and Luigi beat you
Everything was taken away, nor did she leave the clothes and it was pal the wake
Dressed in the last thing you wore, and that's how it stayed

Bang-ara Bang-ara, Pitte's cackle caught on
Don't raise your voice to me that your "there was" doesn't go for my glock
I have friends who want the green one to put the bro
They are waiting for my voice, mine are real, not fake friend'

And the false friend I just delete it because I didn't spend like you

Tell me what it was, I didn't fall for your combo but what?
I don't even care if I blow my pee
With my combo I'm happy, pick up your happy little box
See you on the street, homie pass me that crippy

Or turn on this weed...

Put it away, put it away, if there are problems take it out, take it out
Load it and load it, if the tombos come, take it down and put it away
The bar take it out, take two pa'drain it and put it away
Put it away, put it away, if there's trouble again take it out

And placata placata, you die' and your girlfriend now wants my tacata
I give her a blast, and I fill her up with milk and chacata
Suck the tacata fine, how fine your skinny one plays until he gargles
And if he has a godfather to come, to put him placata placata

If you are in front of the one who put you in the face, put the face down
If you're not going to do na' then your mouth shut it, the words swallow them
If you're not serious and you didn't understand, fuck it
Take it out and shoot it, aim and pull it, try not to miss it...

Take care if you trust...
That the only thing you're going to hear is the plo!
And that wasn't me,
So you've been behaving badly that you don't even know who shot you
Wear a vest, take it off bro, take it off bro

How easily he sold you, you blinked and in the face you had the glock
This is not Mario Bros, if they kill you you died and Luigi beat you
Everything was taken away, nor did she leave the clothes and it was pal the wake
Dressed in the last thing you wore, and that's how it stayed

Pa-pa-pa pa-pa
Uhh

The real shit
Uhh
Hey!

Run, run that
Freddy Johnson is coming.

Ehhh, the real UZI bro, prr